Bad Poetry for the Holidays
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Bad Poetry for the Holidays
Over the river and through the woods ...
To the Starship's House
Graeme Whitmeyer
----- Original Message -----
From: Graeme Whitmeyer
To: bellringer@fourwinds10.com
Sent: Friday, December 18, 2009 8:20 PM
Subject: To The Starship's House!
To The Starship's House
Beyond the Earth's mist
Of a realm we all miss
Passed a kiss!
In between reminisce and a list
Beyond space-time
Or time with a space
There's a place to recline
Realigning with grace
It's base is a motive
The Will that's Supreme
As a dream floating down
The stream restless in motion
A potion for thoughts which
Are broken with lots of
Small tokens that turn
Into moments and things
Revealing, appealing, and wheeling
To know where it grows
So, it glows!
Like a rose in the ceiling!
A feeling, naught more!
Nor there less!
To repress the Idea
Of seeing a being be test
Watcher be wise to
Devise with revision
The mission! Don't
Squable and Stopple in lies!
Re-prize the lines
Of eyes, through mines
Of tries, for sight
Doth balance cries
Dawn of Light
Source of Sight
Message, Meaning, Truth
A House made all Right
In a land with no night
And no fighting! We'll be there!
The next flight or two!!!
Life bring us back
To the Heart of the One
Welcome mat used
So beaten and hung
As sung in glorious
Tongue we now crave
Most amazed that
Beyond is so sudden and brave
All praise for Creation
Parade the whole nation
Sound ev-er-y station
For making it sure
The cure for all
Loss or gain more than the
Blossoming Him is in
Kindness and looking Within
Alas! Where's your grin?
Is it no fun to win?
So, a game shall remain
Of insane type of kin
The kind which believe it's
The muck that they're stuck in
Not them who've been plucking
The feathers in sin
'Tis Quest to compile
What remains non-defiled
For the gain in a while
Because Heaven's impressed
The Head of the Household is
Father and Best
Now the rest comes
To witness His words manifest
Dawn of Light
Source of Sight
Message, Meaning, Truth
A House made all Right
In a land with no night
And no fighting! We'll be there!
The next flight or two!!!
To the Starship's House
Graeme Whitmeyer
----- Original Message -----
From: Graeme Whitmeyer
To: bellringer@fourwinds10.com
Sent: Friday, December 18, 2009 8:20 PM
Subject: To The Starship's House!
To The Starship's House
Beyond the Earth's mist
Of a realm we all miss
Passed a kiss!
In between reminisce and a list
Beyond space-time
Or time with a space
There's a place to recline
Realigning with grace
It's base is a motive
The Will that's Supreme
As a dream floating down
The stream restless in motion
A potion for thoughts which
Are broken with lots of
Small tokens that turn
Into moments and things
Revealing, appealing, and wheeling
To know where it grows
So, it glows!
Like a rose in the ceiling!
A feeling, naught more!
Nor there less!
To repress the Idea
Of seeing a being be test
Watcher be wise to
Devise with revision
The mission! Don't
Squable and Stopple in lies!
Re-prize the lines
Of eyes, through mines
Of tries, for sight
Doth balance cries
Dawn of Light
Source of Sight
Message, Meaning, Truth
A House made all Right
In a land with no night
And no fighting! We'll be there!
The next flight or two!!!
Life bring us back
To the Heart of the One
Welcome mat used
So beaten and hung
As sung in glorious
Tongue we now crave
Most amazed that
Beyond is so sudden and brave
All praise for Creation
Parade the whole nation
Sound ev-er-y station
For making it sure
The cure for all
Loss or gain more than the
Blossoming Him is in
Kindness and looking Within
Alas! Where's your grin?
Is it no fun to win?
So, a game shall remain
Of insane type of kin
The kind which believe it's
The muck that they're stuck in
Not them who've been plucking
The feathers in sin
'Tis Quest to compile
What remains non-defiled
For the gain in a while
Because Heaven's impressed
The Head of the Household is
Father and Best
Now the rest comes
To witness His words manifest
Dawn of Light
Source of Sight
Message, Meaning, Truth
A House made all Right
In a land with no night
And no fighting! We'll be there!
The next flight or two!!!
"Follow the Money"
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
D+. See me.
"We've been attacked by the intelligent, educated segment of the culture." -- Pastor Ray Mummert, Dover, PA, during an attempt to introduce creationism -- er, "intelligent design", into the Dover Public Schools
Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
Your a soft grader aren't you I would have given it:Pottapaug1938 wrote:D+. See me.
0 See the School Psycholgist if they can't help see the principal.
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
Well, I figured that this wasn't exactly something that you'd see that you'd see in any but a "remedial" class. Otherwise, an "F minus" might have been more appropriate....bmielke wrote:Your a soft grader aren't you I would have given it:Pottapaug1938 wrote:D+. See me.
0 See the School Psychologist if they can't help see the principal.
"We've been attacked by the intelligent, educated segment of the culture." -- Pastor Ray Mummert, Dover, PA, during an attempt to introduce creationism -- er, "intelligent design", into the Dover Public Schools
Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
Oh you're right, I was a little harsh on the poor child. We should give him a cookie and call his parents make sure everything is ok at home.
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
His parents are probably sitting at home, their knickers in a wad, wondering what they did wrong....bmielke wrote:Oh you're right, I was a little harsh on the poor child. We should give him a cookie and call his parents make sure everything is ok at home.
"We've been attacked by the intelligent, educated segment of the culture." -- Pastor Ray Mummert, Dover, PA, during an attempt to introduce creationism -- er, "intelligent design", into the Dover Public Schools
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
Also from Emil, er, Bellringer's site.
TIME...
Graeme Whitmeyer
March 31, 2009
Time
What be-soothes such lofty assesment of character as to which I have impressed upon another?
Is it that which sooths the Sun? Is it that with which the seas were soothed?
What? To Be in assesment to which we are assigned! To Be free of bonds and see another's realligned! A Sign!
That Will of Essence Spread, so thoroughly entwined, amongst the greatest dread, and still the humblest kind.
For Will be Great which Wills Itself to Greatness. And Source be known: Creation; Will be shown.
The All of Past, times a million, and Now, as it's always been, shall teach the hungry eye forever. Idol attention we breech. Put all the seconds not now away -- but bring still the untainted, undevided, rescue of ability; to withdraw from such a moment the faintest implication. To begin to view precise vision, of actions, to be then whole within the reading of the message.
Knowledge is the Light with which to see.
Truth is what you see in the Light.
Wisdom is turning on the Light.
God is You, and the Creation is the Reason, and the place in which you Are within the Truth.
Behold, for One is All, and the All is One inside of us.
Remold, for none is dull, and rust befalls what's done outside of must.
Trust does seldom yield to situation when we flip the switch.
As seldom as the field be tended in our lives, an evil glitch.
Oh, unknown, please cease to surprise, because my care is great.
Compassion helps us relocate a higher beauty throgh the gate. Relate!
What rubbish would this be if you did not sit back and contemplate...
Or reread scriptures only made for you to refine? -- concentrate!
A later date doth ever come into a giant golden drum
With Sound Serene percussion-run, a system building tallest fun of all that's done and sung and hung and all that caused the Bell be Rung, to seep inside a moment near, as close as Breath you Breathe. With ease...
With such soft symphony delighted to be reached
With much loft indeed, with me, invited, you see, believed.
Retrieved and expected
The stability of noble point.
Dictation fluid, unrelented.
Mixed with knowledge that there's "nothing to it".
Adds a little fun to Life
And brings us closer to the
Time that comes, the world in which we Love the Light.
Insight! That's Right!
A cause to move lips, Mass Lifts, Read this!
A pause to appease, the pen's purpose I please
like unto a person on their knees, I beg to squeeze and tease, with these, a rhyme so fine and kind I shine...
A message of relief entwined amongst your will to hear what's mine.
What's mine is yours, which be the doors,
Led to a peaceful time.
TIME...
Graeme Whitmeyer
March 31, 2009
Time
What be-soothes such lofty assesment of character as to which I have impressed upon another?
Is it that which sooths the Sun? Is it that with which the seas were soothed?
What? To Be in assesment to which we are assigned! To Be free of bonds and see another's realligned! A Sign!
That Will of Essence Spread, so thoroughly entwined, amongst the greatest dread, and still the humblest kind.
For Will be Great which Wills Itself to Greatness. And Source be known: Creation; Will be shown.
The All of Past, times a million, and Now, as it's always been, shall teach the hungry eye forever. Idol attention we breech. Put all the seconds not now away -- but bring still the untainted, undevided, rescue of ability; to withdraw from such a moment the faintest implication. To begin to view precise vision, of actions, to be then whole within the reading of the message.
Knowledge is the Light with which to see.
Truth is what you see in the Light.
Wisdom is turning on the Light.
God is You, and the Creation is the Reason, and the place in which you Are within the Truth.
Behold, for One is All, and the All is One inside of us.
Remold, for none is dull, and rust befalls what's done outside of must.
Trust does seldom yield to situation when we flip the switch.
As seldom as the field be tended in our lives, an evil glitch.
Oh, unknown, please cease to surprise, because my care is great.
Compassion helps us relocate a higher beauty throgh the gate. Relate!
What rubbish would this be if you did not sit back and contemplate...
Or reread scriptures only made for you to refine? -- concentrate!
A later date doth ever come into a giant golden drum
With Sound Serene percussion-run, a system building tallest fun of all that's done and sung and hung and all that caused the Bell be Rung, to seep inside a moment near, as close as Breath you Breathe. With ease...
With such soft symphony delighted to be reached
With much loft indeed, with me, invited, you see, believed.
Retrieved and expected
The stability of noble point.
Dictation fluid, unrelented.
Mixed with knowledge that there's "nothing to it".
Adds a little fun to Life
And brings us closer to the
Time that comes, the world in which we Love the Light.
Insight! That's Right!
A cause to move lips, Mass Lifts, Read this!
A pause to appease, the pen's purpose I please
like unto a person on their knees, I beg to squeeze and tease, with these, a rhyme so fine and kind I shine...
A message of relief entwined amongst your will to hear what's mine.
What's mine is yours, which be the doors,
Led to a peaceful time.
"Follow the Money"
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
Deep Knight prefers traditional holiday fare.
Lacy things, the wife is missin'
Didn't ask, her permission
I'm wearin' her clothes
Her silk pantyhose
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear
In the store, there's a teddy
Little straps, like spaghetti
It holds me so tight
Like handcuffs at night
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear
In the head office there's a salesman,
Who pretends that he is Murphy Brown
He'll say, "Will you join me?" I'll say, "No Man!"
"But wait until the wife is out of town!"
Later on, if you wanna
We can dress, like Madonna
Put on some eyeshade
And join the parade
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear
Lacy things, the wife is missin'
Didn't ask, her permission
I'm wearin' her clothes
Her silk pantyhose
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear
In the store, there's a teddy
Little straps, like spaghetti
It holds me so tight
Like handcuffs at night
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear
In the head office there's a salesman,
Who pretends that he is Murphy Brown
He'll say, "Will you join me?" I'll say, "No Man!"
"But wait until the wife is out of town!"
Later on, if you wanna
We can dress, like Madonna
Put on some eyeshade
And join the parade
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear
"Follow the Money"
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
The Bob Rivers Group "Twisted Christmas" First time I heard that, I almost wrecked my car!!
Little boys who tell lies grow up to be weathermen.
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
Don't forget "The Twelve Pains of Christmas", either!
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Re: Bad Poetry for the Holidays
One Lord a Leaping
and
One Lady Creeping
up on
One Partridge Sleeping
In a Pear Tree
They Bag Him
Along with three French Hens,
two Turtle Doves and
five heavy gold bands
All in all a pretty good haul
Food for Rama and Tar
A little gas for the car
and
A clean get away for Mr. and Mrs. A
⚃ Texino ⚂
and
One Lady Creeping
up on
One Partridge Sleeping
In a Pear Tree
They Bag Him
Along with three French Hens,
two Turtle Doves and
five heavy gold bands
All in all a pretty good haul
Food for Rama and Tar
A little gas for the car
and
A clean get away for Mr. and Mrs. A
⚃ Texino ⚂
ҨTexino₪
Siga el dinero
El camino continúa por siempre, pero el partido nunca termina
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Siga el dinero
El camino continúa por siempre, pero el partido nunca termina
texino@gmail.com